Yeah, I know of Mackie's ice cream - it's certainly good stuff. But I don't imbibe in it myself. At this time of night I always have 30g of protein via cottage cheese. Scotland, eh? Cool. If you ever get lost in Scotland send me a PM and I'll help you out/buy you a beer.

We love cottage cheese. I take mine with a dollop of strawberry preserves. Mrs. Rock consumes hers straight

Sarge

Sarge, I can only surmise that much like myself, Mrs. Rock is naturally sweet enough without needing strawberry preserves.

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“Tell me,” she finally whispered, “is it fun for you to torture me? I should really hate you. Ever since we've known each other, you've given me nothing but suffering.” Her voice trembled, she leaned toward me, lowered her head onto my chest. “Perhaps,” I thought, “this is exactly why you loved me."

Thanks! I’m usually up North (Inverness), where my partner’s from. I’ll give you a holler next time we’re there to visit his parents.

Cheers,

When I'm in Scotland nowadays it's usually Edinburgh, but sure, hit me up anyway.

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“Tell me,” she finally whispered, “is it fun for you to torture me? I should really hate you. Ever since we've known each other, you've given me nothing but suffering.” Her voice trembled, she leaned toward me, lowered her head onto my chest. “Perhaps,” I thought, “this is exactly why you loved me."

courtesy of my non-Irish wife, who is a fantastic cook and nailed these recipes on the first try (many years ago)

Also, a Guinness! I am of Irish ancestry on both my mother's and father's side, and my great-grandfather worked for Guinness (Dublin) much of his life. We visited there last year, took the Guinness Storehouse tour, learned the proper method for pouring a pint, and received certificates attesting to this fact!

For the moment I'm not as ambulatory as usual and so this will be one of a series of snacks.

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“Tell me,” she finally whispered, “is it fun for you to torture me? I should really hate you. Ever since we've known each other, you've given me nothing but suffering.” Her voice trembled, she leaned toward me, lowered her head onto my chest. “Perhaps,” I thought, “this is exactly why you loved me."